Roger thought for a moment; he remembered that this young man seemed to be called Famke, one of the rich second-generation kids he had rescued last time on Lighthouse Island.
Indeed, a handsome young man, who had appeared quite modest at that time, but now, when facing Kant and the others, that innate arrogance was plastered all over his face.
Not only were the sailors who had carried out the rescue verbally berated, but Kant and the rest also had very unpleasant expressions.
Kant tried to speak up and explain several times, but Famke didn't give him the chance at all.
Roger remembered that he had briefly learned about these young people's backgrounds when he first met them; none of them were from Armenia, they were only here for some fun.
If this young man was here, that meant...
Indeed, a cry of surprise came from not far away.
"Roger?"
"How come you're here?"
Looking at the jubilant figure, Roger helplessly shrugged his shoulders, "That's exactly what I want to ask you."